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Love Haunts the Envious Soul

Published on Mon, 12^th Oct 2026 at 00:36

by William Troup

Love haunts the envious soul who's yet to see the goal. Passions flutter in addled dreams that have yet to find their path. As pictures splinter a sense of worth, the floodgates all but break. And morn will come as eve did learn that butterflies win the race!

Along a Brook in My Waning Heart

Published on Sun, 11^th Oct 2026 at 16:51

by William Troup

Along a brook in my waning heart, I catch a docile wind; the sails are gone, she left no wake, and masts lie broken beneath the tempest's dance; what river could withstand such wrath? As bashful flowers flail ashore, this hull has yet to find its strength;
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A Scent of Coriander

Published on Sat, 10^th Oct 2026 at 23:34

by William Troup

A scent of coriander weaves the air with flower hearts; ones that still yearn for peace, but only a mumble, it seems. Their dreams beguile the rosemary, whose petals have learned to fly, to stand with her distant siblings and pray for the world to try.
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Find Me, Summer's Heat

Published on Sat, 10^th Oct 2026 at 22:42

by William Troup

Find me, summer's heat, before my heart retires! find me before its last defeat and chase me to the roses. Break the winter's endless reign and the veil of bitter snow, and lay me down upon the grass before I dream again. Find me, summer's heat, before my
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Fractured Sun

Published on Thu, 8^th Oct 2026 at 23:50

by William Troup

Upon the dawn, my horse came calling, as a fractured sun did find her feet. I found my heart and braced the cold, and saddled up to find a feast. Noon did come as swift as defeat, as a shadow lingered behind my hopes. Then the eve came bellowing through, yet my soul remained
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Age

Published on Thu, 8^th Oct 2026 at 22:33

by William Troup

Age had tamed my passion; strife did lace the knife instead. Living greets these eyes and tears, as the boughs lie dead with fear. Yet still, beneath the hallowed soil, a flower may save me from the vines. And what of yesterday's fallen dreams? this number may
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Upon the Midnight Drought of Sleep

Published on Wed, 7^th Oct 2026 at 22:51

by William Troup

Upon the midnight drought of sleep my memories lower their guard, and as the tempest calls my name, the winds bellow their woes; what of me did you love? what of me did you see? what of me prevails in tones as your music all but plays? As I toss
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Honey to Bees

Published on Tue, 6^th Oct 2026 at 23:03

by William Troup

Exigently, I did travel, from honey to bees, again! did I tarry too long? did I forget the rose? Her heart is laced with peace, a sting I couldn't forget, and a soul of lavender dreams; the bees did rest with pride!

No Bird

Published on Fri, 2^nd Oct 2026 at 23:17

by William Troup

No bird, whose patience rarely flaunts, delights in a cage to slowly bide; their flight, whose feathers do rarely recall, awaits the battlement to gracefully fall. A wholesome flower prevails in truth, as summer's veil beckons their youth; no bird, whose callings scarcely
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Pleasure First

Published on Sun, 27^th Sept 2026 at 00:17

by William Troup

For pleasure first, the anodynes break this deadened heart; now pastures sleep! Anew in pleasure, no queries beset this addled mind; aloft in peace! Regaling pleasure, this mumbling pride, to fleeting ears; I'm all but sleep! For pleasure first,
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Untroubled in His Abode

Published on Sun, 13^th Sept 2026 at 23:16

by William Troup

Untroubled in his abode, the wheel knows not of innocence; no altruism did creep, or water seep, in the shallows of his sleep. Tied upon the mast, his heart has all but left, and further does the coastline seem, as oceans beget his past. Untroubled in his abode,
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Would I Suit Your Gentle Ear?

Published on Mon, 7^th Sept 2026 at 23:04

by William Troup

Would I suit your gentle ear? my voice is all you may hear! how the axe did cut the tone is where I remain, standing alone. So friable in this desperate land, my heart did turn to sand, and what did come is a listening knight ... so would I suit your gentle ear?

Tests

Published on Sat, 29^th Aug 2026 at 01:12

by William Troup

At his behest, with little protest, they did invest in faithless tests. At his contest, with weary guests, they did request an earnest quest. At his address, with addled pests, they did arrest and free the best. At his recess, with little prospect, they built a
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His Masters High Demands

Published on Thu, 27^th Aug 2026 at 16:40

by William Troup

Unwillingly, to himself, addressed his masters high demands; within the saddle, he did retest a trail he had yet to command! Open wounds did flow his pride; a freshly scented curse! now warders hold those souls at bay, as crimson red divides. Unwillingly, on
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